As when the day is done The clouds troop one by one Toward the sun, So turn my thoughts to thee For aye, unceasingly, Where'er thou art; Day of my heart! As grows toward the light The pale shoot hid from sight In earth's deep night, So upward to its goal, Swift stretches out my soul To where thou art, Light of my heart! As brooks merge in the bay, As April bursts to May, Morn swells to day, So am I lost in thee, So must thou ever be Of me a part, Heart of my heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND |